Hey Fuckers!
This story ain't over till I say it's over!
And there will be music!
"All aboard! Ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaa!
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay"
And there will be mistakes! But are you not entertained?
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The Cast:
Chip - the husband
Joan - the wife
Michele/Chel - daughter
Kixx - son
Matty- Chip's best friend
Jacy- Matty's girlfriend
Laura- Joan's best friend
Monica- Matty's neighbor
Tiffany- Works at Macy's cologne counter
Carrie- Buyer that works for Chip.
Theresa- Mom of Chel's friend Jessica
Kimberly- works for Chip,
Lori- works for Chip. Tall redhead.
Diane-?
Sound effects advisor- Blackrandl1958
Editing help- Dale.
On Sunday Chip found the divorce papers and that his wife was taking a cruise in October with her friend. Joan committed to talking with Chip, but he thinks this is just another lie. He struggles every day waiting for divorce day.
Redo1984
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Tuesday August 22, 2017
I woke up in a funky mood. Nothing felt right with me physically or mentally. I stumbled around getting ready for work in a quiet house. When I zipped up my pants, I realized I didn't have underwear on. Oh well.
I was walking softly by the kids' room and I dropped my phone and wallet. Shit! At least the kids have been enjoying sleeping in. That's about to end.
When I was Kixx's age, I played baseball and went to the pool everyday. Stared at the girls in bikinis, just like that movie The Sandlot. Well, it really didn't matter what kind of swimsuit they wore. I was just amazed how attractive girls were. A simpler time. I miss those days.
I started up the Jeep. I sat there and zoned out for awhile. You know, It kinda feels like I woke up late and missed my final exam.
What is it really? Maybe it's the feeling of being in limbo? Melancholy? Lonely? All of the above? Waiting for someone to tell you how they feel when you already know how they feel?
Should I practice what I preach? I have with Joan, except with her wanting a divorce. But I haven't heard that from her lips. Awe crap. This is exhausting and I don't want to think about it!
Okay, let's meditate our way out of this fuck hole. What's important? My kids. Are they in a good place? Mostly. I have reassured and loved them to the best of my ability. I take care of their needs and help develop them for the future. Even to the point of making up the slack for Joan. I have a place for them to live and would take full custody with no hesitation.
What else is important? To be healthy and happy. Are you? Fuck no. Why? I have very little physical intimacy with my wife, not even hugs and kisses anymore. That really hurts. Hell, she doesn't even talk to me. Set that aside for now.
What about work? Happy, but distracted with Carrie.
I could talk to her about it. Okay?
What about when I'm not working? I'm happy, but distracted by Tiffany, Theresa and Monica. Why?
The root of the problem is not just being horny. The lack of any closeness with Joan is. So? I seem to be reaching elsewhere to find it. Ah hah! Now what do I do with this knowledge? Good question.
How do all these amazing women know somethings up. Are they interested in me or do they just care about me. I have no fucking idea. So? Fuck, this is going no where. You're an idiot. Get drunk, get laid, and get fucked!
Chip! Calm down. You have 9 days to go. You can make it 9 more days without sex. You have made it a month. Be happy. Listen to music. Get in shape. Go to Vegas and have fun.
I need a fucking hobby! Sigh.
Just do the best you can every day. You're human. You can't make people tell you how they feel. That's on them. Don't do the old Chip shit, sucking it up and soldier on. Go full throttle baby. Okay, maybe not full. Maybe 50% to start.
So rock out with you cock out! Hmmm, maybe that's not a good slogan for right now.
Why is everything so difficult!
Let's go to work dammit. I turn on the radio.
"Well alright, somnthins' got you going tonight. Doin' all she can, it's alright."
Okay. I need to turn this up.
"I like to rock, some like it hot, baby."
Shit, almost missed my turn. That song was kickin'. Oh yeah, another solid tune.
"City nights. Summer breezes makes you fell all right."
Now this is putting me in a much better mood.
"See the girls with the dresses so tight!"
That was some awesome retro. Late 70's? Aldo Nova and April Wine. Yeah baby! Be careful, feeling good usually means I do something stupid.
Now I have a rock n' roll buzz. What the fuck would I do at a concert and if I was single? Shit, I haven't been to a concert in over ten years. At least one that I would have picked! Make a note to see if Def Leppard and AC/DC are touring.
Shit. I need caffeine. Seven eleven, yes!
I grabbed a Monster. Disaster averted.
I parked and looked for the last cologne to test. Gucci Guilty it is. Alright ladies, let's finish this.
At least I was in a much better mood, but definitely still had some angst and a need for a physical release. Check your self before you wreck your self!
I walked in and noticed I was the first one in for my team. Before long Carrie made her way into my office.
"Hi ya' Chip."
"What up Care Bear?"
Dear god. She was wearing a sexy skirt and a white, form fitting top that the only word that came to mind was 3D. Where are my special glasses? It buttoned up. It looked familiar. My desk fantasy shirt? Pretty damn close. Check yourself!
"Just seein' how your doin'." she said.
"I'm okay. Hey? Have a seat please." I asked.
"Am I in trouble?" she said with a smirk.
"Not at all. Shit. Umm. Okay. I just wanted to say that I have been dealing some stressful personal issues. That's why I have been up and down. You have actually been very helpful not letting me dwell on it here at work. But, can we dial things down a bit for the next couple of weeks, so I can figure things out. You're an amazing and beautiful woman. I rely on you so much. You kick ass and were a good team. I don't want to screw that up. Sometimes my mouth gets away from me. I don't want to be in that position. I'm rambling. Fuck. I'm sorry if I have said anything to screw up what we have as far as our work mojo."
Sigh. Oh crap. She looks sad.
"Chip. I know your dealing with something. I can literally feel it, most the team can. It makes me sad that a wonderful man and friend is in turmoil. You don't need to apologize. I would tell you straight out if you pissed me off or disrespected me, you know that." She said and paused before continuing.
"I'm glad you're trying to take care of yourself. All the changes. I know it helps you cope, but you deserve to be happy too. Yes we can dial it down. It's not nearly as fun though. If you ever want to talk? Just let me know. Okay?" she asked and smiled.
"Thanks Carrie. I might."
She stood up.
"Since I'm not in trouble, which is very disappointing. I even wore the prefect panties for spanking." she said.
I didn't say anything. Check yourself. Get spanking and oral sex out of your head. She got up and was not looking at me. If she stretches in that top, I'm a fucking goner. She walked to the door. Close call.
"Chip. One more thing before we dial it down."
Wait for it.
"When I close my eyes, I still dream about you as country. I dressed up in all white just for you today."
Is she teasing me with some Night Ranger? That tight ass top made me think of "Coming of Age."
"Dressed to kill and lookin' dynamite, with her high laced-stockings and her sweater so tight!"
"You look fantastic Carrie." I said.
She smiled and walked out.
Lunch time. I started thinking about an album to listen to. What about Tesla. Mostly energy rock, right? I took my dress shirt off and put on the gloves. I started working the bag in just my T-shirt. I really need to look up some videos to use this bag properly.
"Its getting better now."
After the bag work, I sat down and had a salad, sunflower seeds and some pineapple.
"Cause I'm a cowboy of the modern day."
Okay, so maybe not the best choice. Lot of songs that stirred up emotion in me. Album was a roller coaster for me.
I cleaned up my desk and started putting on my shirt. Carrie comes right in with her impeccable timing.
"Damn. I just missed the good part. Oooh! Maybe not?" she said.
She came right over to me and smelled my neck. Working out had heated me up and even I could smell the Guilty.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Guilty." I said.
"Really. Mmmmm. Let's be guilty..." she started.
"Carrie!" I groaned.
"Sorry. I'm starting to think you're always going to smell good to me, no matter what you have on. "
She put her hands on my chest.
"I want to... Oh shoot! I hate dialing it down. So many things I want to say." she said.
She shook, shimmied and stamped her foot. My eyes went right to the big time shimmy action. Busted! She growled at me, in a real nice way. Then turned and left. Whew!
Carrie must of said something to the rest of the team. Every 30 minutes one of my ladies would come in and give me a hug. Jake came in last.
"Hey Boss. I did not come in to hug you." said Jake.
"That's good. I still love you man."
We both chuckled. I walked over to him and held out my hand. We shook hands.
"You need anything from me? Hey. Nice punching bag."
"Nope. Your doing a great job Jake. Ah yeah. Helps me get focused for the afternoon."
"Really?" he was asked.
"It was only $150. I have another one at home."
"Cool. Okay, talk to you later." he said.
Once I was alone again, I jumped into working on projections and put in an hour on my presentation. We really need to change the cash register fixtures. Before I new it was time to go.
I was home at 5:30 and the house was empty. I did my quick change and headed to the gym. I worked hard again, taking almost an hour and half to complete the work out. I arrived home at 7pm.
Joan was working with a stack of papers and her computer at the kitchen table.
"Dad. Can you make your meatballs for dinner?" Kixx said as he cane into the kitchen sliding on his socks.
"Sounds good. I'll get right on it. Spaghetti and meatballs. Did you do your sit ups today?
"Yep. Every day."
